What a mess. With all the other little girls sitting quietly, among the disciplined children all around, I was struck repeatedly and she ran away screaming "NO. TOUCH." "NOT NICE" and "BABY'S TURN" for all 8 minutes that we lasted in her "class" before removing ourselves voluntarily. I'm positive we would have been bounced out of room within minutes anyway. See, in the "Buddy and Me" class, it seems really imperative that you and your child are "buddies". Ellee and I are NOT. We were not the rest of the night when she went to bed an hour earlier than normal. We were not when I told her to give me a kiss and say ni night and she closed her eyes tight and turned away from me. We were this morning, however, when I sent poor Pucky (Montgomery's newest nickname... not sure if he knows his real one anymore) in her room to wake her. She laughs when his whiskers and sniffing tickles her. All was forgotten... for now. Since we have Alzheimer's and are gluttons for punishment; we might try open gym on Saturday, since all she really wants to do is jump on the trampoline and land in the pit of foam squares. We'll see.
